Gideon Grey Zootopia Novels & Stories

Gideon explained. He led us out of the house to a cave behind it. It is his spiritual cave where he sees his vision and speaks to the moon goddess. We removed our shoes and entered the cave. The whole cave is made of white sand. Gideon took a bowl from the stand and started to pour purple sprinkles on the round in a circle form. When he was done he beacon on me and we both sat in the circle facing each other. He took my hand in his and after he opened it again, his eyes turned silver. He started to say some incarnation and the purple sparkles started to rise up until it reached the top of the cave. After a while, Gideon's eyes turned normal and the purple sparkles disappeared.

Zayn’s murderous intent toward Osiris grew exponentially in an instant. His murderous intent was exposed ever so slightly for a moment and noticed by the three club members. Gideon responded by looking around immediately as if he was confronting a formidable enemy. “I can sense someone’s murderous intent!” he said in a deep voice. Zayn was jolted back to reality instantly and suppressed his murderous intent. He returned to his normal self in a flash. Soon, Zayn drew the attention of Gideon who stared at Zayn and asked, “Which training center are you from? Why do you look so unfamiliar?”

he whispered to Zia. "Don't worry, I got my magic wand that can repel all negative forces," Zia whispered back and the two of them giggled. As soon as he went out the door, Zia approached Gray at the kitchen and climbed up on the stool beside her. She studied Gray's expression who paid no attention to her and just stared into oblivion. She wanted to mention the password on the laptop but she knew it was not a good topic after the atmosphere went cold when Jonathan mentioned the club.

"I don't understand why the Gamma chooses to lie to you, but the truth is we can't find her. We were hoping you'd give us maybe a clue that can help point us in a direction or something." Gideon frowns and tries to stand up but ends up groaning in pain. "She isn't here?" He forces out. "She's not," Clifton replies. "It's a long story," says Dion. "Is there anything you remember that might help us find her?" Gideon shakes his head. "She ran into the woods. I told her to run and she did." He keeps silent for a moment before shaking his head to the side. "I want to see the Alpha. Can I speak to him?"

“But all you’ve done is show us what we’re fighting against. You’re a parasite, Gideon—and parasites don’t survive without a host.” His smile faltered, just for a moment, and I knew I’d struck a nerve. But before I could press further, the creature let out another deafening roar, its body convulsing as the silver veins pulsed brighter. Gideon stepped back, his expression shifting to one of cold amusement. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have other matters to attend to. Enjoy the show.” He disappeared into the shadows, leaving us alone with the creature. “Annabel,” Zane said, his voice urgent, “what now?”

The cough she tried to hide when she thought I wasn't looking. My hand started to move. Then an engine tore up the lane, way too fast. Gravel was sprayed everywhere. A black Jeep came around the curve and skidded to a stop so close to Victoria that the front bumper was maybe four inches from her hip. It didn't stop smoothly. It stopped as if the person driving had other priorities. Gideon got out. Not in his hockey stuff. Just a dark jacket and jeans, like he'd gotten dressed while already moving. His eyes were full of gold. Not the almost-gold from the bar. This was the real thing. His wolf wasn't hiding anymore.

he declared, making Gideon laugh. “Rocket Bathory? Not a bad idea, champ,” Gideon replied, and I couldn’t help but smile, albeit reluctantly. Seeing Wyatt so happy was a balm, but Gideon’s presence beside me was a constant reminder of the chaos my life had become. On the way to the clinic, the silence between me and Gideon was heavy, interrupted only by Wyatt’s animated chatter about everything and anything. I needed to fill the void, so I turned to Gideon, keeping my voice neutral. “How’s Max doing?” I asked, recalling his comment at the brunch about his brother’s messy relationship with Zoey Lee.

He spins the laptop so we can see the screen. Grainy CCTV from a fuel station two blocks away. Timestamp: 01:12. A black SUV pulls in. Driver stays inside. Passenger steps out—tall, charcoal suit, hair parted in the middle. Gideon. He buys nothing. Just stands under the fluorescent lights for ninety seconds—face clearly visible—then gets back in. The SUV leaves. “He’s showing us he’s here,” Zara says. “He wants us to know.” Leo doesn’t turn from the window. “He’s baiting us.”

The sunset covered the sky in a warm, beautiful, but heartbreakingly sad gold. No one spoke until another message appeared. Pedro the Parrot: [It’s bad! The humans have found him! They’re coming with guns!] Every animal in the zoo froze, hearts pounding as they all turned their eyes toward the eastern hill.

I mumbled into my hand. "Please don't speak that into existence," Jerome pleaded. "Dude, you are telling us that you sat there and watched the moon hounds play three full times, and the absolute only piece of information you took away was that Silas Vaughn shoves people to score?" Gideon stared at Finn, his expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "But it's a solid point, isn't it?" Finn asked, a massive smile spreading across his face. "Please stop talking," Gideon mumbled, shaking his head.